Page 64 of The Front Runner
And then he moves, hips thrusting between my lips as his deft fingers cup the back of my head. My fist wraps around the base of his cock, and my opposite hand cups his balls, squeezing gently as we move together.
I press my knees down onto the floor, really leaning into him, wanting him deeper, even though it borders on feeling like too much. Too overwhelming. Like pretty much everything about Stefan Dalca already is.
His movements turn frantic and within moments he says, “Mira, I’m going to come.” He tries to pull away, but I clamp a hand down on his ass and pull him closer. No chance is he pulling out now.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts and then, with one hard jerk, he throws his head back and spills himself into my mouth. I feel every twitch, hear every garbled moan as he holds my head close to his body, and all it does is wind me up more. Is this what he felt like after what happened in that dark hallway?
Because this is addictive. Blow jobs have always felt like a chore, but that one felt like a drug.
I pull away and stare at his cock, feeling mindless with lust. “I want to do that again,” I say without even thinking about it. Ineedto do it again.
The familiar sound of Stefan’s responding chuckle makes my chest pinch as my gaze flits up to his face.
In one smooth movement, he drops to his knees, meeting my eyes and cupping my jaw lovingly. “No. Now it’s my turn to take what I want.”
He reaches behind me and slams the front door shut. The click of the latch sends a shiver down my spine.
It’s the sound of going all in on whatever this thing is between us.
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Stefan
Being alone togetherin a quiet house, with no pretence of work separating us, feels intensely intimate. Mira’s eyes widen slightly when the door slams shut. We’re on our knees facing each other, and it’s like she just realized she’s in for one very long night. Sex has been boring for her?
Challenge fucking accepted.
I drop my mouth onto her puffy lips and kiss her. I taste myself, and I don’t even care. It makes me feel like she’s mine. I want her smelling like me, tasting like me, and looking at me with those round saucer eyes while I move inside her. I want her to bemine.Period.
The way she looks constantly surprised by our chemistry is such a turn on. I hope she never stops looking at me like that.
Shocked awe. Lips slightly parted. Cheeks stained a pretty pink.
Her mouth moves against mine as our tongues tangle, and I slide one hand down over her ribs to where the dainty zipper holds her dress closed. I was happy to rip the panties, but this backless dress is going to make more appearances in our life. I’ll find fancy places to take her just so she keeps wearing it.
Because her and I? We’re just getting started.
Mira’s fingers move against the buttons down the front of my shirt as we both undress each other. When I tug the dress off her shoulders, I lean back to get a better look. I always knew she had incredible tits, but seeing them bare right in front of me is a gift.
“Fuck,” I murmur, tracing the feminine curve of her heavy breasts and the deep brown nipples that are pointing straight back at me.
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly, eyes roaming my upper body just as appreciatively.
I reach forward and palm one, squeezing gently as I flick a thumb across her nipple. “I’m going to fuck these one day.”
“What?” There’s the shy girl I’ve come to know.
I lean close again, kissing her neck and covering both of her breasts with my palms. “I’m going to watch you rub oil all over them.” A ragged moan breaks out of her throat as I continue kissing along her jaw line. “And then I’m going to slide my cock between them. Watch your gorgeous eyes go wide while I do.” She whimpers, fingers shaking as they trail up over my chest, nails scratching slightly as she does. “And then I’ll leave you with a pretty pearl necklace before I settle in for another taste of what’s between these thighs. You’ll never be bored with me, Mira. I can promise you that.”
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes out with a small tremble in her voice.
“I don’t really care what you call me while I do it, sweetheart. So long as you spread those legs and let me worship between them.”
She jerks back now, fisting my hair. “Stefan, so help me. If you don’t shut up and get naked with me right here and now, I’m going to lose it.”
A sly smile takes over my face. “Are you hungry, Kitten? I like it when your claws come out.”
She shimmies the rest of the silk down over her hips, moving just enough to discard the dress on the floor and sits back on her heels. Now she’s kneeling in my fully lit foyer, wearing nothing but a pair of torn panties around her waist.
